Today on the metro some white douchebag was taking up three seats in a busy car. He had also dressed himself under the mistaken assumption that he was a rapper. In Compton. When I glared at him in all of my passive-aggressive glory, I realized that his shirt had some brand name with the tag line "Manufacturing street credibility" written underneath.
Now, I know I don't much about the street, hailing as I do from the G-Spot (aka Guelph, Nowhere.) But I thought the whole point of street credibility was that it was a noncommercial and nontransferable asset? Please advise, so that I can be hip with the youth of today.
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